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glass floated up over the table.
    I gasped and grabbed for it.
    But I grabbed too hard. I jerked the glass, and water spilled all over the
table.
    “Hey!” Mom screamed.
    I pulled the glass down to its place.
    Then I looked up. Dad was glaring at me, his eyes burning angrily into mine.
    He knows, I thought, a heavy feeling of dread sweeping over me.
    He saw what just happened, and he knows.
    Lefty has spoiled it for everyone.

 
 
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    Dad glared angrily across the table at me.
    I waited for him to say, “Max, why is your brother invisible?” But instead,
he yelled, “Stop fooling around, Max. We don’t appreciate your comedy act. Just
get up and find your brother.”
    I was so relieved. Dad hadn’t realized what was really happening, after all.
He thought I was just goofing.
    “Is there seconds on the soup?” I heard Poppy ask again as I gratefully
pushed away from the table and hurried out of the dining room.
    “You’ve had enough,” Grammy scolded.
    “No, I haven’t!”
    I made my way quickly through the living room, taking long strides, climbed
to the second floor, and stopped in the hallway at the door to the attic stairs.
“Lefty?” I whispered. “I hope you followed me.”
    “I’m here,” Lefty whispered back. I couldn’t see him, of course, but he was
right beside me.
    “What’s the big idea?” I demanded angrily. I wasn’t angry. I was furious. “Are you trying to win the stupid championship?”
    Lefty didn’t care that I was upset. He started to giggle.
    “Shut up!” I whispered. “Just shut up! You really are a dork!”
    I clicked on the attic light and clomped angrily up the stairs. I could hear
his sneakers clomping up behind mine.
    He was still giggling at the top of the stairs. “I win!” he declared. I felt
a hand slap me hard on the back.
    “Stop it, jerk!” I screamed, storming into the little room that housed the
mirror. “Don’t you realize you nearly spoiled it for everybody?”
    “But I win!” he repeated gleefully.
    The lamp over the mirror was shining brightly, the reflection glaring
sun-yellow in the mirror.
    I really couldn’t believe Lefty. He was usually a pretty selfish kid. But not this selfish!
    “Don’t you realize the trouble you could have gotten us into?” I cried.
    “I win! I win!” he chanted.
    “Why? How long have you been invisible?” I asked. I stepped up to the mirror
and pulled the string. The light went out. The glare remained in my eyes.
    “Ever since you guys went downstairs,” Lefty, still invisible, bragged.
    “That’s almost ten minutes!” I exclaimed.
    “I’m the champ!” Lefty proclaimed.
    I stared into the mirror, waiting for him to reappear.
    “The stupidity champ,” I repeated. “This was the dumbest thing you’ve ever
done.”
    He didn’t say anything. Finally, he asked in a quiet voice, “Why is it taking
so long for me to come back?”
    Before I could answer, I heard Dad calling from downstairs: “Max? Are you two
up there?”
    “Yeah. We’ll be right down,” I shouted.
    “What are you two doing up there?” Dad demanded. I heard him start to
climb the stairs.
    I ran to the top of the stairs to head him off. “Sorry, Dad,” I said. “We’re
coming.”
    Dad stared up at me in the stairwell. “What on earth is so interesting up
there?”
    “Just a lot of old stuff,” I muttered. “Nothing, really.”
    Lefty appeared behind me, looking like his old self. Dad disappeared back to
the dining room. Lefty and I started down the stairs.
    “Wow, that was awesome !” Lefty exclaimed.
    “Didn’t you start to feel weird after a while?” I asked him, whispering even
though we were alone.
    “No.” He shook his head. “I felt fine. It was really awesome ! You
should have seen the look on your face when I made the soup bowl float up in the air!” He started
giggling again, that high-pitched giggle of his that I hate.
    “Listen, Lefty,” I warned, stopping at the bottom of the stairs,